Today is the 8th March 2013. 

I just wanna migrate to New York. I wanna live life my way; do what i want.

What do you want? 

You have all my attention, ask yourself, how many times have i rant about you and your phone and your stupid games and whatever shit i don't wanna care anymore.

No doubts i ever really wanted to end this all, i have thought about it a couple of times and i asked myself. 'Is this all worth it? Giving up New York for all these?' I held on, and on and on. Yeah i was happy, but when sadness come, nothing ever compares to how low i would feel and it's devastating! It's like the happiness i got never got to reach as extreme as my sadness could reach. 

''Love what the two have in common and respect the differences.'' 

And i'm gonna say this again, i'm not gonna have any child until you quit smoking.